Comments on the race of life.

Jacaranda trees

Oh, this morning I saw a picture of a Jacaranda tree on my new phone. How beautiful they are! I remembered.

I remembered climbing them as a child. I remembered getting stung by bees hiding in the blossoms. I remembered the squishy purple mess left on the pavements of the town I grew up in, and the care that people took not to slip and fall.